Give me a Rose,
and I might speak.
Share with me your sorrows
and I won't weep.
Show me your love
and I'll be yours
Hold me in your arms
and hug me real tight.
These are the things she'll
share with you.
To take away your pain
and wipe away your tears.
Take down your walls
and open the door.
The Irish Rose shall blossom
and shelter your fears.
Don't be afraid
her thorns she has many
To keep away the dangers
of poisons others carry
Feed of her warmth
and nurture her beauty
You are her seed,
grow together without worry.
Each day that passes,
your trust will grow
Like the sunshine on her petals,
and her leaves of morning dew.
With your vines all twisted
no evil will pass.
Just you, your protector
and a friendship that will last.